DUSKPOOL
Tail flickerin', Duskpool carried on with a leisurely gait, not that he had anywhere to be right this moment. It'd been a while since he talked to his old apprentice, and nothin' like a huntin' trip to calm the nerves. "How ya doin' kiddo?" He rumbled softly, glancin' idly at the young warrior, scarred brow raised soft amusement. "'M afraid I haven't been able to check in with ya in some time." He mused gruffly.
He paused briefly to stare up at one of SkyClan's many pines with a twitch of his shredded ear. "Reckon ya still know how to climb?" He teased good-naturally, wooly plumage sweepin' in a lazy half-arc. "Might catch a few birds." He mused, glacin' at the younger warrior with a small quirk of his scarred lips.
we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
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DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scarsโold wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderousโwar-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
แฏโ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
แฏโ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
แฏโ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
แฏโ speech thought action
แฏโ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted -
